The middle-aged monk was just stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "I don't know what parchment rolls are, and I don't know what you're talking about. ”

Pan Xinren is old and refined, he has never seen anything, he has seen anything, sneered, and said: "You'd better think about it, it's not your benefit to lie to me?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "I don't know what you said, let alone what parchment rolls are, you have found the wrong person." ”

"Haha, it seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin! Okay, since you say you don't know, but I have the means to let you tell the truth. The fingers of Pan Xin's two hands moved in the air, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Long Zun on the side couldn't stand it anymore, glanced at the middle-aged monk, and persuaded him with good words: "You better tell the truth! ”

He knew in his heart that people in the Martial Sect Realm had tricks to abuse a person, not to mention Pan Xin, who was an old man, and there were a lot of means in private.

The great monk on the side also kindly persuaded: "Senior Brother in charge, if you know it, you can still say it! It's not an important thing, they will give it to them." ”

"Shut up. The middle-aged monk was so angry that his face was flushed, how could he have such a junior brother, not only did not help him, but brought people to him to find trouble, spoke for two outsiders, and forced him to ask about the whereabouts of the parchment roll.

Although he didn't know what the parchment scroll was, he could still guess from the mouths of the master and the two strangers that the parchment must be very important.

Since it was such an important thing, even if he really didn't know where it was, he must not say that it was something from his Taoist Buddhist temple, and it would never be allowed to be taken away by outsiders.

"I don't know. The middle-aged monk shook his head, his body muscles tensed, and he was ready to strike at any time.

"It's okay if you don't know, I can help you think about it. Pan Xin's hands pressed against each other's fists, and the bone joints made a clicking sound.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed the middle-aged monk, and the other party was not defenseless, and immediately counterattacked.

It's a pity that a cultivator who is just a Martial Master Realm makes a move against a Martial Sect-level master, and the outcome is often miserable.

In fact, when the middle-aged monk's hand had not touched Pan Xin, his whole person had been sucked into Pan Xin's hand, and in a moment, the bones on his body were pinched and misplaced.

The middle-aged monk's whole person became distorted, and he didn't even want to be alone anymore, becoming a monster, of course, his head was still intact, after all, he still had to leave a mouth for him to speak.

Cold sweat came out of the middle-aged monk, especially on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were left on the ground.

The great monk who saw this scene only felt that his limbs were weak, and a warm current appeared in the crotch of his pants, accompanied by an unpleasant smell.

Long Zun, who was closest to him, glanced at it, and saw that the ground was already wet, and immediately knew what was going on, pinching his nose and retreating far away, his other hand still fanning in front of Bikong.

Later, he was troublesome, so he simply used the aura to drive the surrounding airflow, blocking the nostrils and preventing the unpleasant smell from wafting over.

With his behavior, although the middle-aged monk who was lying on the ground in pain and couldn't speak, he could feel Long Zun's strength.

Being able to control the appearance of the airflow without moving can only be done by comprehending the attributes of heaven and earth, at this time, the middle-aged monk understands that the stranger in front of him, an old man and a young man, is at least a cultivator of the Great Martial Master Realm.

As for the higher up, it's not that he hasn't thought about it, but he doesn't know what realm he has in the upper reach. I have never been in contact with the realm of the past.

At this time, he also thought of one thing, the Arhat who died in the beginning was probably related to the young man next to him, or even killed by this young man.

For a Great Martial Master Realm cultivator, killing a Great Martial Master Realm cultivator who has just broken through is not easy, but it is not impossible.

But he couldn't understand why the other party had robbed them of the parchment scroll of the Taoist Buddhist Temple, even though they also had parchment scrolls.

However, this thought flashed through me, and a possibility immediately came to mind, that is, the contents of the parchment scroll were not the same, and the most likely possibility was that there was more than one, or even more than two, and there were many more.

He thought in his heart, the pain on his body was getting worse and worse, his nerves were like being grabbed by someone, his fingers flicked on it one by one, and there seemed to be countless ants eating and biting all over his body.

"I, I, I, said. The middle-aged monk finally seemed to be unable to hold back and begged for mercy.

Pan Xin's wrist flipped, and his palm swiped flat across the middle-aged man's body, and then he heard a series of rattling sounds.

The middle-aged monk's body gradually returned to its original appearance, and it was not so weird and abnormal.

"Tell me, where is the parchment?" asked Pan Xin with his hands behind his back.

The middle-aged monk lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and a water stain was already dripping on the ground.

Pan Xin didn't press too much, but waited until the middle-aged monk recovered for a while before asking: "If you dare to hide it, I can guarantee that you will be a hundred times more painful than before in a while." ”

Hiss!

The big monk on the side took a breath, just now he saw that his senior brother in charge was already in pain enough, even he, the person who watched, felt a sense of pain and fear from the bottom of his heart, if it hurt a hundred times, he didn't dare to imagine what it would look like.

I said. The middle-aged monk tried to sit up straight, his legs crossed, "The parchment scroll is on his body, don't you believe you will search it?"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at Long Zun.

Pan Xin was stunned for a moment, his eyes followed the direction pointed by his finger, and then sneered: "How is it possible, he has been with me all the time, don't use your method of sowing discord, hurry up and tell the truth, where is the parchment roll." ”

As soon as the middle-aged monk heard this, he immediately knew that Long Zun had a parchment scroll, but the old man didn't know about it.

Immediately, he pointed his finger at Long Zun again, and said with great certainty: "The parchment scroll is really on his body, if not, you can search his body." ”

He didn't know that there was a thing called storage space, he just saw that the clothes on Long Zun's body were thin, and there were not many places to hide things, and the parchment roll was so valuable, it must be carried close to him.

Therefore, he thinks that the thing must be on Long Zun's body, and he can find it as long as he searches.

There was a sneer on the corner of Pan Xin's mouth, no matter whether Long Zun had a parchment roll or not, he knew that he couldn't snatch it now.

Because the other party is a person with the strength of the Martial Sect like him, what he understands is the wind system of speed, as long as he wants, the master will not be able to catch up, and he will offend a martial arts master in vain.

He would never do such a thing, and even if he wanted to steal the other party's parchment, he had to be fully prepared.

(End of chapter)